Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Using both hands, I shimmy her cute little panties down her thighs and off her legs. A little patch of pubic hair right above her pussy has me smile, I love it. I slip a finger in between her lips to see if she’s ready for me and she’s dripping wet. Perfect.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I position it right at her tight little opening. Fisting her thighs, I hoist her ass to the edge and slowly slip inside of her. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight I have to close my eyes and breathe through the urge to come. She whimpers and my eyes snap open, I freeze. For her being this tight, it has to have been a while since she’s hooked up.
“When was the last time you…”
“I was fifteen,” she huffs, and the information takes me by surprise.
Wait, her first time was with that Thane guy when she was fifteen. Her first and her last? She hasn’t had sex with anyone else this whole time, and she’s picked me. Why?
“Keep goin’!” She slaps my right ass cheek, her nails digging into the skin and I slip inside of her a little farther. Her back arches and eyes close as the tip of my dick hits her at just the right spot.
Slipping my arm around her back, I pull her chest flush with mine and fuck her. Working up our bodies, we sweat, our skin slipping against each other and her tits bouncing from my thrusting into her over and over and over again, our eyes meet and we silently stare at one another. Something on her hip catches my attention and I break eye contact and look at it through the mirror, it’s a tattoo of a scorpion. Huh. Most girls get cute butterflies, or flowers, but not D. Wrapping her arms around my neck, my face now in her neck, I can’t help but notice how fucking good she smells. If A-Bad-Idea had a scent it would be Delilah. It smells of sweet flowers, with a citrus note, and a tinge of alcohol. They should bottle that shit up and get rich because fuck if it’s doing things to me.
She moans, her left hand reaching for her hair as she loses her mind with pleasure. Wanting her to fall over the edge, I sweep my hand in between our bodies and find her swollen clit and give it a dexterous swirl.
She cries out, her body rocking from an orgasm to where I can’t hold my shit together any longer. My body tenses and lungs seize to breathe as I fall over the edge of pleasure seconds after her.
Harsh breathing fills the bathroom, our bodies slick red from rubbing against each other. I slowly pull out of her and goose bumps race up my spine.
One hand in her hair, she looks around the room as if she was just transported back from la-la land before hitting me with those bold emerald eyes.
“My dad can never know about this,” she heaves, and I nod in agreement.
I’ll lose my patch, and he’d probably lock her in a basement as a last attempt to keep his little girl pure for all eternity.
Well, I got news for him, if Delilah walked into a church, that motherfucker would set on fire.
Delilah
Big Chief smacks my ass as he heads out of the bathroom, making my right ass cheek bounce.
I yelp with surprise and turn quickly so he doesn’t do it again. My butt is still a little sore from last night’s punishment.
“I’ll give you some privacy.” He grabs his clothes off the floor and holding them over his dick that still has the condom on it and ducks out of the room.
What the fuck just happened. It was so fucking good, but I feel like I messed up. I mean, he’s in my father’s club, if my dad finds out I slept with him, Big Chief will not only not get in the club but he’ll get the shit kicked out of him.
Sitting on the toilet, I pee, my head hanging in my hands as I feel where Big Chief was minutes ago. His mouth, hands, and how he fucked me so good, leaving my body languid. Wiping, I make sure to be gentle as it’s a little sore, but in a good way. It’s hard to explain the feeling.
Grabbing my panties, I slip them on along with the big shirt of Big Chief’s I was wearing when I came in here to tell him sorry for being a bitch last night. His scent is all over me; his shirt and my skin.
Glancing in the mirror before opening the bathroom door, I notice my hair is sticking up everywhere. Using my fingers I try and tame it down but Jesus, it’s like it was fucked too. It won’t lay down. Grabbing a hair tie off the counter, I put it in a messy ponytail and step out.